With them this close, relying on the bond between them so much Buffy would have litterly felt the half a second where the thing inside him normally pressed so far and deep down into forced slumber where his own violence wouldn't leak into life and hurt someone woke and strained toward action, nearly slipping it's leash.
Hell, he'd been pissed off that someone had made her cry but hearing that? It would be little suprise if Lindsey had felt the sheer force of anger and violence lash out from inside of him.
Eliot took a sharp breath, biting back, biting down, fighting to just hold onto the violence inside him. His ears were starting to ring, the world getting a little distant. His breathing was getting faster no matter how hard he tried to force it calming and regular, adrinalin pumping through his system in ways it shouldn't.
He was losing control. He hadn't lost control like this in years. He didn't lose control anymore. What Buffy had said had been bad but not something that would result in this.
Distantly common sense told him like everything else the violence, that monster inside of him, had gotten stronger too.
And the threat had been to Buffy.
He took his hands away from Buffy before he moved to try to slide away from her. "stay still..." He said, his voice toneless, emotionless, cold. He generally recognized friend verses foe when this happened but he wasn't taking chances.
And he really... he just really needed to get out of here and stake the fuck out of that sick bastard.